Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.